Drag me through hell of thy Love

Drag my feet
Chained-bound through
The burning coal that pierces
My heart with its numerous stings

Take it through the inner part
Where endless torments
Quench my thirst
And your deadly fingers
Springs my peace

Flog my back with thick feathered skin
Imprinting thy face on its feel
Dripping with the blood
Of lovers long grip

Darken my gloomy face
For your terrible love immersed
Make me scream, scream out loud
In its beauty

Let the tiny ‘gobliest’ worms
feed me for the night
Tear my flesh in thy hurried delight
For love would regenerate it
In your arms

Drag my half burnt face
Through thy glorified taste
In the long red distance
Where I would rise
to see thy heavenly face

MO.

Photo: http://www.deviantart.com

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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